name was----"

"Miss Wickham."

"That when Miss Wickham had company for dinner, you had to have your
dinner alone."

"That is true."

"Then she considered you sort of a servant," said Gertie triumphantly.
Nora was silent. Gertie having cut her dough into small round pieces
with a tin cutter and put them into her pans, went toward the oven.

"And yet you object to eating at the same table with the hired men."

Having satisfied herself that the oven was at the proper heat, she shut
the door with a bang.

"I've said nothing about it."

"You didn't need to."

"But I most certainly do object to it and I can't for the life of me see
the necessity of it."

"I was what you call a servant for years; I suppose you object to eating
at the table with me."

"What perfect nonsense! It's not at all the same thing. You're my
brother's wife and the mistress of his house."